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Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears
Grief with a glass that ran

We gathered in the highlands
While skies grew clear
Bright the mountain brim
Not a single fear

Was set to exist, except the living of life

When i consider
How my light is spent
Ere half my days
In this dark world and wide

Even the gods
Could not restrain
Storms at sea
Or halt the coming

From the seasons of ice, Of a hoary winter

Awake i wonder
How my night is spent
Gazing upon the half moon
In this dark world and wide

And that one talent
Which is death to hide
Lodged with me, useless

These sagas of eld reside

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